“God, you make me so hard, Julie.” Commander Hurt moaned as his wife lie back on the kitchen table. His little minx was not shy at all. She lay before him like a delectable buffet to his feasting eyes.
She had just finished clearing away the food from the quick lunch she had served and then surprised him with a quick strip tease number. Living on the base made it convenient for him to go home and pop in on his wife from time to time. It also made for these pleasant little interludes, too. He didn’t mind in the least that his wife was a decade younger. Not. At. All. She was hot and drove him crazy.
When he turned around from helping her to stack the dishwasher, she tore off her robe and he was happily surprised to find her completely naked beneath. Not even a thong. Bare. Completely. And here she was offering herself up to him like she was dessert.
Patrick’s eyes turned molten as he viewed the pretty prize before him. And that was what she was. His prized possession. Making quick work of his uniform, he draped the articles on a chair by the kitchen exit. He couldn’t have wrinkles. But for now, he aimed to give his wife what she wanted. Her arms reached out to him and he bent over her prone form. As soon as he was close enough, her legs quickly wrapped around him, drawing him forward. He wasn’t fighting it in the least. She was hot and ready. His mouth crushed hers in a kiss that curled her toes before he pulled back with his hips enough to find her entrance and buried himself to the hilt.
He swallowed her cry of possession. It had been rough and she hadn’t been as ready as he thought. So, he gritted his teeth and stilled though he wanted nothing more than to plow in and out, ram her again and again until her cries turned to pleasure. But he could be patient, so he waited and kissed her for all he was worth.
When Julie let him know she was ready by wiggling her bottom and clawing his back, he slowly withdrew and then easily glided back in. He felt her body relax, and then he began to move while he continued the kiss that had her panting for air. He broke free to claim one pebble-hard rosy nipple. He circled it with his teeth, bit down, and gently tugged.
The sensation of his teeth on her sensitive nipple helped to bring her release closer as a band of electricity from her sensitive bud reached the core of her femininity. Patrick was so good about paying special attention to the bundle of nerves at her apex. He rubbed against it each time he thrust forward to give it the attention it so desperately craved. Soon Patrick was driving into her deeply, over and over, carrying her to dizzying heights of pleasure.
“Oh, Patrick . . . Yes! More,” she murmured, her head tossing from side to side on the hard surface of the table. She was so close. She dug her nails into his back, her body strung tight on the precipice of her release.
“Come for me, baby,” he ordered softly, watching her through her half closed eyes. God, she was a sexy sight when she came.
It was his words that brought her to the brink and allowed her to fall over it. Him allowing her this pleasure, giving it to her, and then speaking in his deep sexy voice. She tightened around his shaft and allowed the waves of pleasure coursing through her body to concentrate in her core until she came undone. She threw her head back and let the pleasure over take her body as she convulsed around him.
Patrick watched as his woman cried out her release. Enjoying the sight of her coming, he quickly followed her. Two more thrusts did it; he felt his balls tighten, and then he came in quick bursts. He shot his load while she continued to tremble around his softening cock.
It was fucking good. Always good. She had been worth the wait. It hadn’t been easy trusting her in the beginning, but she had shared her darkest secrets, and he trusted her with his life. She held his heart in her hands, and he knew he couldn’t live without her. She was his soul mate and made his life complete.
* * *
Victor Ciccone had gone to eat at the mess hall with some of the guys, but he needed to get back and finish going over the new workout regimen for the older recruits. MacDill was implementing a new vigorous training program for all their service men and women, and Victor was in charge of overseeing the routines with the other trainers at his base, and acquiring any new equipment they may need for their SEAL teams and special ops groups. Commander Hurt began to get dressed. He needed to hurry.
“Don’t forget about Ace’s tonight,” he reminded her.
“I didn’t. Oh, and guess what happened to me this morning. I got a phone call from Congressman Percy Reynolds.”
He’d met the congressman for the first time last night. “Really? What was that about?”
“You remember, I told you he and daddy went way back. Well, they used to be college friends back in Massachusetts and daddy had invited him to our gala last night on a whim. But I guess they were talking about the clinic over golf this morning, so he mentioned to dad that he would like to help out. Daddy called me just before you walked in and asked if Fiona and I would meet him and Percy for lunch tomorrow.”
There had been something about the congressman that struck him as odd last night, but Julie’s dad would be there. An old friend. “Oh. Well, okay. That sounds all right. If you can get our local congressman to support the clinic that’s a good thing.” He knew how much this project meant to his wife. She had failed to help one person in need and vowed to never let another woman battle this alone. He wanted it to be a success for her as much as for the women who would come to receive the services it offered. She, too, was still healing from her ordeal two years earlier.
“Absolutely. I agree. I just hope . . . Fiona’s up for it. She was quiet last night.”
Patrick heard the insecurity in his wife’s voice that always seemed to creep in when she mentioned Fiona. “I think she’s fine. Cookie says she’s doing great. She’s really committed to helping you out with this project, too.” Fiona was a sore spot for his wife. Julie still couldn’t get over the fact that she had let another woman down who had been so horribly brutalized. A lot of what she was doing for this clinic was for Fiona in a way. Her way of trying to make amends for the past. “Don’t let this stress you out, babe.”
“I’ll try not to.” Julie was worried though. In the past few years, she had grown close to all the women married to the men who served under her husband. But with Fiona, it was different. There were scars that ran deep between the two of them and she didn’t know if they would ever heal. She knew it was her fault, too. But when Fiona had asked to be part of the Riverton Rape Crisis Clinic when she heard about it, Julie hoped it would be a start to creating a friendship. A way to mend fences. It was asking a lot. She knew. But having close friends was something she’d always yearned for growing up. Her father had been a career politician and her mom died when she was young. And other than a few friends from boarding school who she stayed in touch with from time to time, she didn’t have the type of friends she really wanted. She envied what Caroline, Alabama, Fiona, Jessyka, Summer, Cheyenne, and Melody had. A friendship that would last a life time. Through thick and thin.
“I have to get going, babe,” he checked his watch, “but I’ll be back around six. We need to leave here about seven.”
“Watches synchronized,” Julie stated, teasing her super punctual husband. He laughed at her joke but she saw his brow crinkle in worry.
“I think you should call Fiona, and ask her if she’s okay with the lunch thing tomorrow. I wouldn’t just bring it up tonight in front of everyone,” Patrick suggested warmly, seeing the worry on his wife’s face.
She looked up at her incredibly tall husband, her eyes brightening. He thought of everything. It was why he was in command. He always thought of the possible outcomes and how to get to the one most desired. “True. She might feel obligated if I ask in front of everybody else.” Julie didn’t want to pressure Fiona into anything, or put her on the spot. She was taking it one day at a time with her and it was an excruciatingly long process. “Good idea, honey. I’ll do that.” Her husband knew her so well and had read between the lines on this project. And he was so good about helping her in any way he could despite his own hectic busy schedule as one of the commanders of several SEAL teams on base and in the field. With all he had to worry about, he still always thought of her.
“I think she’s at Caroline’s today. Matthew mentioned they had a lot of donations and they were going to go through them before they dropped them off at the shop.”
“Perfect. I’ll call her there. Plus I need to thank Caroline for last night. She was quite a help with overseeing the catering for me.”
He nodded and kissed his wife quickly on the cheek and then began to step towards the door. He loved his wife dearly and didn’t want her to be disappointed if Fiona said no. As an afterthought on his way out the door, he added, “Maybe you might want to include Monica, too. Victor’s pretty busy during the day and maybe she’d enjoy it.” He also thought it might be easier for Fiona to have another woman there, and she’d be more likely to agree to the meeting with another female present, supporting her.
“Another good idea, honey.” Julie stood up on her tiptoes to receive the kiss her husband was waiting to give her.
She stood at the door wrapped tightly in her robe and watched him as he got into his military issued vehicle. She needed to hurry, too. But she couldn’t resist taking the extra minute in watching him leave. He always turned back and gave her that adorable crooked smile, and a wink. He was always so thoughtful. And he was the best thing that had ever happened to her. She didn’t know what she would do if she didn’t have him in her life. He was her biggest supporter, her cheerleader, and her best friend. He made her heart burst with love.
As Patrick pulled away from the little bungalow he and his wife shared on base, his thoughts returned to Congressman Reynolds. There was something there. Niggling away at him, but he couldn’t put his finger on it. He’d only met him last night for the first time. The man was in his early fifties. A little younger than Julie’s father. In his expensive suit with his conservative demeanor, he seemed every bit the typical politician. Patrick found the man intelligent and witty. But there was something about him that struck a nerve. And it had been at the precise moment when Caroline and Fiona had joined them. He hadn’t liked the way he looked at Monica or Fiona, either. He wondered…was the man a lecher, or did he just appreciate the sight of a beautiful woman? Maybe he’d ask Tex to look into him. He wasn’t sure.
The guy was a friend of his father-in-law’s and wondered if he should just ask him about Percy, but thought better of it. He didn’t want to ruffle the senator’s feathers and knew they had been college friends. So, he would ask Tex to look into him just to be on the safe side. Keep it on the down low for now. He just wanted to make sure his wife and his men’s wives were protected.
The only stuff he knew about the guy was what his wife had told him when she mentioned he would be attending last night’s event. An old family friend. Never married. A career politician who had served on several committees with Senator Lytle in Washington over the past two decades. That wasn’t enough.
People changed and it wasn’t as if they lived in the same town any longer. The senator couldn’t know everything there was to know about the guy. And Tex was good at uncovering what you didn’t want people to know. In the intelligence community he had been a whiz. Former FBI, retired SEAL, he had his own Intel thing going on, but always helped a former brother in arms when he was called on. The man was as solid and dependable as they came.
So yes, he would have Tex dig into Congressman Reynolds’ past. If the man was going to become involved with his wife and Fiona, he wanted to know more. No. Needed to no more. And Tex was just the guy to find out if there was any more to this man’s story and see if he had secrets. It was a precaution only. He’d never put his woman in the line of fire; due diligence was in order.